that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

I always felt that I was a writer, that was what I had to do.

We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

... deep down nobody is bad, only frightened.

A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared.

One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.

I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.